Baby it's okay - private

ron?n · May 10th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]One thing had been going through Ronan's head throughout the days. He hadn't seen Tasukete in a long while, but the last time he had the male hadn't been looking so well. Emotionally. And if there was one thing that Ronan couldn't stand was watching the people he didn't hate suffer silently through whatever problems they were going through.

No one expected him to care, but despite his cold demeanor he did once someone gave him a reason to. And Tasukete had. So the dreamer decided to do the only thing he knew. Take a cold logistical viewpoint and then try to somehow fit it into his skewed perception of emotions. It wasn't the best mix, for his shows of affection usually consisted of making fun of and punching the people he loved. In the face. Repeatedly. So the man had to do a little research, promptly seeking out answers to "how do you cheer your friend up" and "what do people like." He almost wrote humans.

The plan had taken him more than he had expected, but by the end of the turmoil Ronan had effectively filled Tasukete's house with small baby animals, ones he had dreamed out especially for this moment. Because God so help him he would make sure that Tasukete was going to be happy if he had to punch the guy in the face and kidnap him and lock him in this house against his will.

"Tasukete?" Ronan had quickly taken out his phone, pressing it to his ear after he had punched in his friend's number. He leaned back against the kitten-filled house, a scowl on his face masking his sly grin. He was fairly sure his smugness was apparent through his voice as well, however. Oh well. He waited for the other to respond.

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CALEB. · May 11th 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt]His glazing blue eyes were wide open and the first thing he would see was the blurriness over what he thought was his hand resting on the edge of his bed. Caleb John Norwood, or the fact he used his alias name, Tasukete from now on, as who he was known as didn't exactly cared (it was just his hand, nothing too big about it), but what he does care about was how the headache immediately screamed to him inside his head, as if it was his body that was doing the alarm for him to get him wide awake. A soft groan was audible to his own ears while at the meantime he gently pressed his cold hands against his face in a slow pace, his knees drawn up to his stomach before he stayed in that position for a moment. Life has been difficult for the young YouTube celebrity lately, and just as the days goes by, it was only getting worse and worse for him.

He was still not over with his mother's death and it's been a week since the dreadful incident. Of course, it should take more than a week for him to move on... but after what he was going through besides his mother's death, how could he, really? Tasukete could feel his entire body shaking a bit, and he almost had the urge to bite his hand to stop himself in order to stop it along with preventing his anxiety from increasing before he twisted his head over to his shoulder and gripping on to his t-shirt instead, he released few feeble whimpers with his watery eyes tightly shut afterwards. Who knew if Dark, the infamous murderer who killed his mom, still haven't been caught from the crime he so dared to commit just a week ago and he was still plotting to hurt and kill more of his friends and family. His veins became into ice. What if he was targeting Ro-

He jumped slightly at the ringing registering in his head, and with his teeth letting go from from his shirt, he glanced over to where he could ringing on top of the drawer beside his bed. He didn't notice how long he was out from the reality when he saw the digital time read 8:30am. But when he thought it could have been from the police station who was calling, his thoughts immediately shoved to the side and he awkwardly took the phone from the drawer, turning them on and pressed it against his ear, maybe a bit too close that it was starting to feel tight. But anyone couldn't blame himself for that. When he heard a voice through the phone, recognizing who it belonged to, his heart sank as the hope inside his eyes collapsed, replacing with solid disappointment to them.

It's Ronan.

"Hey Ronan," His voice was barely a whisper, and it frustrated him deeply over how he couldn't at least try to sound happy that it was who he considered as a great friend of his. Too much was happening to him all at once though, being able to block the entrance where his joy and energy would go through his body. He sounded exhausted even, hoarse, and also does he sound like he just cried right before Ronan called him. Pretty much he was a fucking definition of disaster. Tasukete didn't bother to think over why he was calling him, as he wasn't aware of the smugness coating in his voice, and while he was rubbing his eyes to clear the bluriness and the tears, he quietly said, "um, s-sorry, but now's not the good time to call..." His voice trailed off as he slowly drew the phone back from his ear, eyes widened slightly. "...me." He pulled his whole body to sit up on the bed and blinked his eyes rapidly, each second the blurriness goes away and...

'What the....'

Kittens. Puppies. There was so many of them, and they were inside his own room.

Tasukete remained silent, nearly forgetting that Ronan was still at the end of the phone line. But he couldn't believe over how then thoughts he had in mind could make him that distracted enough to not realize his room was literally filled with cute baby animals. What the fuck. He doesn't know how to feel about this either, as there was a mix of emotions bubbling inside his chest, sensing the frustration rising upon him as he couldn't figure out on what he was really feeling about this. Happy? He should be, as he does love cute baby animals, especially if they were kittens and puppies. Surprised? Well, how the hell did they got to his room - let alone his house? Afraid? As who knew if he was just hallucinating and took the wrong pills for his current conditions. Not a single thought came in mind over how Ronan was responsible for this and only did he stared at the kittens and puppies as he placed his feet to the floor and the phone back to his ear. "Actually I-I take that back... Er, Ronan, can... c-can you come to my house, please??" At the end of his sentence, it sounded desperate and well, you couldn't really blame him for that, could you?